Reflection

It's getting into me. It's consuming me. It's a sandstorm in here. It's bitter. It's exhausting. It's painful. It's driving me crazy. It's causing me to lose my sleep even more often. It's gonna cost me my future if I don't do something. But what am I to do. Helpless. I'm losing my feelings as well. I'm just running away once more. It's wrong, but i can't help it. I can't stand strong to face it. Story of a helpless child? No. I'm just not doing anything. I'm letting the world crushing me. Divided between my choice, my goal and what I should do. What use of a pure heart when it's been put away to avoid dealing with the cruel world. I hate myself. I'm consuming myself. So much for trying to be strong for others. Heh, how ironic.